I'm to comfortable.
I love life to much.
And I don't love God enough.
That's me.
Argh.
These are the moments I wish I could be perfect. >_<
But then again, God knows what's best. : )

Let God be God, By Nick Vujicic

I was listening to this amazing sermon from this guy.
http://www.lifewithoutlimbs.org/
Video
My notes from the Sermon.

Let God Be God:

Joy, Peace.

Commitment comes before provision.

Philippians 4:4-7
4 Rejoice in the Lord always; again I will say, Rejoice.
5 Let your reasonableness be known to everyone. The Lord is at hand;
6 do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God.
7 And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.
Romans 8:28
28 And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose.
Jeremiah 29:11
11 For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope.
Psalms 129

You don't come up with faith, God gives you that faith. Faith itself is a gift.
Being to busy for people is bad.

Being
Under
Satan's
Yoke

Don't be a safe Christian
Shallow
Attempts
For
Eternity

Be a secure Christian
Showing
Everybody
Christ
Using
Real
Experiences

Sunday I say how I want revival, and Monday I can't find my bible.

When you walk with God, He carries the bags.

It's amazing to see the only limits God has are the limits we put on Him.

We just need to let God be GOD!

It's so hard to see Jesus in our life when all we see is the rocky road ahead.

It's like haveing a bowling ball glued to your hands, just when you think it's all over Jesus comes along, he doesn't remove the ball, but places his hands underneath yours and lifts them up.

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His love for God just flows from him.
It was so encouraging.
=)

Dreaming.

I love dreaming but I'm being to think my dreams are to small.
I have been promised a eternity of bliss, paradise, but nooo I want a reputation on earth.
I'm promised a part of God's estate, but I want friends.
I've been promised a relationship with God as his daughter; but I want to be known as cool know.
It's like wanting a shack, when I have been promised a mansion. To get the the mansion I have to pass through a brief forest but it's really not that bad.
But I am absolutely sure I want that shack. I'm sure that if I just had that shack I would be satisfied and good for life.
Everyone around me thinks I'm crazy.
God himself comes down to earth and tries to get me to look above the trees and see the alabaster castle. Everyone holds their breath, if only I'd look above and ahead just a bit, surely I would see it! But no like a stubborn 2 year old I stomp my feet and turn my back on God and the mansion and point longingly at the smelly, horrendous, little shack.
God sighs and says "It's yours." I run and skip all the way there. My delight only lasts a second. I soon see if for what it really is. But even then do I get upset at myself? Pfft no.
I once again take it up with the maker of the universe, "You never told me it would be like this!" I scream at him. I still refuse to look up.
Till one day, I hear a cry. I see a vision of a man on a cross, and not one of the little crosses you make in Sunday school that have the cotton balls glued to them, but a real, rough, horrid cross. And a man is nailed there. Freaking NAILED? What the heck? How in the world did that happen?
As the vision fades, I see it, shining in the light it's magnificent. Far more beautiful than anything I have ever seen. I can't even breath. And a hear a voice whisper to my soul, see what I have planned for you. And see what it took to get you to look up.
To get there I have to leave my shack and everything in it. But with the castle in the corner of my eye everything looks decrepit.
To get there I must go through the forest, and there are time when I won't be able to see the mansion because the trees are to thick or because I am looking at the ground. But I'm still here for the journey.
I suddenly look at the forest in a different way, it's just a detour to get to my home.

?

I have been thinking about it lately, but last night was talking about it with a friend; Why is it that we care so much about what will be gone tomorrow, and hardly at all about things in eternity?
I worry so much about what people think about me or what I do. When the only thing that really matters is what God thinks about the things I do.
I obsesses over a stupid test, when there are people that are going to hell because they have never heard the gospel.
Why is it I have to fight my flesh so hard to be completely satisfied with Christ?
But maybe that's my problem, I'm fighting myself-with myself.
I can do nothing without God, but I still try! And I fail every time.

I'm finding everything I'll ever need
By giving up gaining everything
Falling for You for eternity
Right here at Your feet
Where I wanna be
I am Yours

Over!

Now that Christmas is done and over with, part of me breaths a sigh of relief.
And part of me feels bad about feeling such relief.
I somehow feel like I should mourn the fact that Christmas is over and that it only comes once a year.
And I guess if Christmas was just celebrating Christs birth then I should and, probably would feel that way.
But everyone gets so caught up in the commercialized part of Christmas.
Now I will say that I don't think there is anything wrong with getting excited about getting people things (I probably say that because I have way to much fun doing it). =P
But the side of writing lists miles long about all that you want and what you could get just seems so insignificant and pointless.
Christmas is supposedly a time of giving.
Then why is it during this shopping season, especially during a sale people are racing to the shelves and almost killing each other over a stupid toy or something?
And why is this the time of the year when people are most stressed out?

I love to celebrate Jesus's birth and marvel at the fact that God loves us silly people enough to send his own son down to become one of us, and ultimately kill him. Blows my mind.
And I love buying gifts for people and giving it to them. And knowing that they liked it. hehe that's fun.
But I don't know. I wish I was 5 when I think about this kinda stuff. lol

I'm probably just being cynical and grouchy.
But yes, hope you all have a very Merry Christmas! I really do mean it too! =)